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Filling your own cup
Today wasn’t coffee to go. It was presence, intention, and the slow realization that my future deserves the same care. Continue reading
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What really is it?
What’s your dream job? I was going to write about journal therapy today. About how I’m working on it. How it’s becoming something. But the truth is simpler and heavier. The only reason I’m surviving right now is because I put pen to paper. That’s it. I’m deeply agitated by the job I have. Yes,… Continue reading
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Permission
By Friday, most people are tired of trying. Not because they failed but because effort has been constant, quiet, and unseen. This is usually where the inner voice gets sharp. Where we start measuring the week by what didn’t happen. Where we decide we’ll “start again” on Monday. I’m practicing something different. Permission. Permission to… Continue reading
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Integration: living with what you’ve named
Earlier this week, we moved slowly on purpose. Monday, the truth was spoken out loud. No polishing. No preparing it to be received. Tuesday, the page became a place of containment. Somewhere the truth could rest without running the nervous system. Wednesday, we stayed. With the discomfort. With the quiet. With what didn’t immediately resolve.… Continue reading
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Commitment is quiet
The past few days have been an exercise in honesty. Not the kind that demands confession, but the kind that asks for consistency. I’ve been paying attention to how this practice feels as I try to show up every day not perfectly, just deliberately. It’s been a bit easier lately, but only in moments. Small… Continue reading
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What’s your Word for 2026
I don’t pick a word lightly. Each one has been a crossing. 2023 was Surrender. Not weakness release. Letting go of control when survival demanded trust. 2024 was Authenticity. Choosing truth even when it cost comfort. Even when it stripped me bare. 2025 became Power. Not dominance. Power as self-respect, boundaries, voice reclaimed. And 2026… Continue reading
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Intentions of a Writer
I sat down with the intention to write a poem. Not to impress, not to perform just to let something honest come through. But almost immediately, the questions arrived. Is it good enough? Will it be understood? Will it reach anyone at all? What starts as a desire to express something real can so easily… Continue reading
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Procrastination versus Determination 
There’s a moment when the waiting dissolves not because the universe finally called your name, but because you finally heard your own. Today I realized something I kept sidestepping: I’ve been orbiting my dreams like a moon unsure of its own gravity. Close enough to feel them, far enough to delay them. It wasn’t fear… Continue reading
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Season is not the only thing changing
This shift in life hit different. Not because anything magical happened but because I did. I woke up and felt that click… that quiet, steady “enough is enough” rising in my chest. I’m entering this new birth year where I stop talking about becoming her and actually become her the version of me who trains… Continue reading
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December: A Return to Intention
I’m bringing back something I used to love doing on my old blog. Setting intentions for the month ahead. Even though December is the final stretch of the year (and honestly… can someone explain how 2025 evaporated this fast?), I want to rebuild this habit now, not later. December feels like a doorway. And I… Continue reading
Lines Between Living 